Transmission LXXVIII: I started manipulating a track by one of those acts I’m supposed to sound like and ended up ruminating it for months. Time to put it out of its misery. This is lining up to be a very busy month full of collaborations with other artists.

Transmission LXXVII: What’s up, dog? Here’s the last MBP track of 2016. New album “Space Is the Taste” will be availble as a CD or digital download on New Year’s Day! It was a great exercise in determination to do one track and video per week, as inspired by esteemed cohort Maurice Rickard (http://onezeromusic.com/), who’s been keeping this up for several years. The momentum felt great , and while there are definitely more updates in the works for 2017, my manager is encouraging me to slow my schedule down and take a bit of a hiatus to do things like, you know, get some sleep for a change.

Transmission LXXVII: What’s up, dog? Here’s the last MBP track of 2016. New album “Space Is the Taste” will be availble as a CD or digital download on New Year’s Day! It was a great exercise in determination to do one track and video per week, as inspired by esteemed cohort Maurice Rickard (http://onezeromusic.com/), who’s been keeping this up for several years. The momentum felt great , and while there are definitely more updates in the works for 2017, my manager is encouraging me to slow my schedule down and take a bit of a hiatus to do things like, you know, get some sleep for a change.

Far from the ocean of carbon-copied electronic acts, near such creative islands as the Residents and Stereolab, My Boyfriend the Pilot is a creation of audio genius ripped from the heart and viciously fervent mind of its creator, Minmei Decelis. From the deepest, darkest corners of her psyche she bares all, in a melodically transcendental form. She has been described by critics as representing some of the most innovative sounds-styling towards electronica, rhythmic noise and dark ambient genres.

The music tends to crawl under your skin, shapes the most fantastic images, and stays challenging by means of an intelligent use of samples, rhythms and beats.

My Boyfriend the Pilot exercises a surreal science of structure that throbs and pulsates in an almost obsessive manner. The music is almost suggestive of a mechanical assembly line in its clockwork rhythm, pulsing ambient echoes of machine-milled passion, and sampling of the beating, tell-tale heart of the dark ambient underground.